I feel sick.
You know when you think "I feel sick, I should lie down for a while"?
It doesn't help.
You still feel sick.
So I'm lying here knowing that for the next half an hour at least I'll be lying here, with my sore stomach and my roommate's godforsakenly noisy laptop and the funny pains that keep shooting up my left shin.
In case you were wondering, the title's onomatopoeic.